Drowning
In the matter that is the world.
Suffocating
In the small space of insignificance.
Trembling
To grasp the fictitious whimper of hope.
Grasping
For the nonexistent scaffolding of strength.
Limping
Through coarse grizzles of broken lungs.
Screaming
In loud ignored whispers.
Waving, Crying, Kneeling
For help.
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